chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Thursday, July 17, 2008
hikers by in a group
of coughs, laughs, tramp of boots
mark the trail on the other side of the lake
colors passing between gray rocks
(I am waiting on the bench
for a royal purple jacket, a dog, sunset red
and the leap of heart)
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